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What would Freud Make of This?

I am in Cottingham, in the nip and being chased by the Fuzz.


I spy a side alley down which to escape but it is blocked by a funeral procession whose Chief Mourner is none other than James Murray.


Instead of a) helping me escape the Boys in Blue who are by now in hot pursuit or b) behaving inscrutably he starts performing some elaborate River Dance type routine complete with a bohran.


I escape into a Pub where I am served by my best man (as it later turned out the quite deranged Jonny Creswell) who is smoking a revolting Lambert and Butler cigarette, which I can physically smell in the dream.


 Above the Bar are soft focus, chavvy photos of Jonny and the former Robert May’s School Head of Music Sally Bishop, who are married.



 Work that one out.


About dermotrathbone

Writer and co author "Through Red Lenses". Activist Unite the Union, Save Our NHS Hull. Fan of Yorkshire County Cricket Club, Hull FC, Munster and Ireland Rugby. Views are mine alone and may not reflect the organisations concerned.


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